Routines. RP for Chloeas.
In the days following Chloe's death and resurrection, Oliver watched her even more closely than usual. Some part of him wondered if he was annoying her with his constant presence and inability to let her out of his sight for more than two minutes, but if she was annoyed, it never showed.
His dreams were filled with hellish images of her still, lifeless body in his arms and every time he would awaken to find her gazing down at him, her hands against his face, and her lips pressing to his. It was strange how something so simple as a kiss was so complicated and yet comforting when it came to Chloe Sullivan. It was equal parts right and wrong, but neither of them seemed to question those things, and if they did, they certainly didn't speak of it.
Now as he sat at the kitchen table watching her practice the simple training routine he'd began with her a week ago, he found himself unable to remember what life had been like before this.
His dreams were filled with hellish images of her still, lifeless body in his arms and every time he would awaken to find her gazing down at him, her hands against his face, and her lips pressing to his. It was strange how something so simple as a kiss was so complicated and yet comforting when it came to Chloe Sullivan. It was equal parts right and wrong, but neither of them seemed to question those things, and if they did, they certainly didn't speak of it.
Now as he sat at the kitchen table watching her practice the simple training routine he'd began with her a week ago, he found himself unable to remember what life had been like before this.